A white road that goes nowhere…Hawaiian shirts are back in fashion and a girl in a blue dress twirls in the distance. Sounds of the 70s morph to the 30s.
Suddenly everyone is well dressed and behaving badly. Caught in the slippage between present and past, they dance in a luminous infinite space. Their movement is precise but their relationship to each other is not. What we know is shaped by what we remember.
Perception defines reality.